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Steve stared at the inert body at his feet, blood still oozing out of the would, just a trickle, eyes unseeing and unmoving.
That was it.
Victor Hesse was dead.
He had avenged his dad’s death.
He rolled off the bed with a sigh: sleep was not coming today either. It made no sense, when he had Hesse to capture and kill, he slept. Not much and not good, but he slept. But now? Now that Hesse was dead all he did was roll around his bed, wide awake.
Deep down, he knew what it meant: it was time to move on. His job was done. There was nothing that tied him to Hawaii anymore now that his dad wasn’t there.
He looked to the side,to the picture on the nightstand of his dad. His heart squeezed at the thought, at the reality , that he would never be able to make up with him now. His dad was gone, and his name was just one more to the list of people he had lost.
His mom.
Freddie.
Joe.
His dad.
Danny.
Okay, yes, Danny wasn’t dead and buried six feet underground, or in the middle of the Korean jungle, hopefully dead instead of being tortured. His stomach rolled at the thought of Freddie being tortured because he had listened to him and left him there, because he had put the mission before his best friend.
He ran to the bathroom and emptied his stomach at the thought of his best friend.
He slid down to the floor, resting his back against the tub.
God, whatever had he done that he deserved to lose everyone who had ever meant something to him? Even Mary was basically gone from his life after so long of no contact. When was the last time he had spoken to her? 10 years ago when she graduated high School? Fuck. He was a piece shit of a brother.
He walked back to his bed and curled around himself, stared at the number tattooed on his wrist: 4.1.23. To everyone else it was a date, a code, some sort of kill count (and who the hell had those on their body? He needed to stay the hell away from them) but the truth of the matter was that it stood for Daniel Alexander Williams, the first and only boy he ever loved.
And whom he had lost thanks to his dad and his Uncle Henry when they sent him to the Navy. That was one of the reasons he had never been able to forgive his dad or Henry, they had given the one thing that had made him happy in life, and then ripped it away from him.
It had been nearly 15 years since he had last seen Danny, but he had never managed to forget him. To forget those blue eyes and rueful smile and scraped knuckles.
They had forced him to experience heartbreak and he was never going to risk it again. He was going to keep his heart under lock and key until he died or until someone filled the gaping whole Danny had left.
Catherine had tried, and failed. She couldn’t accept that he wasn’t the idealised version she had imagined of him. He was human, had emotions, and when he was hurt, he cried.
And the world loved to hurt him.
Two days later the Navy summoned him to Pearl for a new mission and the timing had been perfect. With Hesse dead, there was no point in him remaining in Hawaii. Kono and Chin had been good teammates but they all had lives to go back to. They had cleared Chin’s name, he could join HD again, Kono would go on to be a cop and he had a SEAL team to go back to.
Which begged the question, why the hell was he the only one in the briefing room? What happened to ‘on time is five minutes too late’? Six months away and his team already needed a re-shape?
He wasn’t thrilled to be there, his CO had refused to let his team help him hunt down Hesse, claiming they weren’t there for personal vendettas as if they hadn’t been used exactly for that for years.
Captain Tracy stepped into the room and of course it had to be him. He didn’t know if he had ever done something to him, but the man was out to get him. If it were for him he wouldn’t even have made it to the SEALs.
“McGarrett.”
“Captain.” He greeted him. “Is my team not on site?” He asked. There was something going on, he knew it.
“They are. But for this mission, you don’t need them.” Before he could even ask what he meant, Tracy kept going. “You have been handpicked for this job specifically.” In other words, he had been targeted. Why, he still didn’t know. “It’s an in and out job. Have you ever heard about the Tozzi family?”
“No, sir.”
The bastard hummed, a smirk on his face. God, he wanted to punch him so bad. “They are based on the East Coast. New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania… The likes. Money laundering, drugs, arms dealing…”
“That sounds like an FBI problem, not an us problem.” He replied, still failing to see why they needed him to go after a mafia capo. Didn’t the FBI or NYPD have people who specialised in that?
“You are right, it’s not an ‘ us’ problem. It’s a ‘ you’ problem, McGarrett. We know he’s in Colombia for a meeting with Reyes. Go there, kill him, come back. It’s just that easy.” Steve barely contained the urge to scoff at him. If it was that easy, why not send an Ensign? “White always said you were the best, show us that he wasn’t just a little too biassed and too fond of you.”
Steve curled the fists behind his back. That’s what it was.
Tracy and Joe had never gotten along, everyone on the base knew that. Tracy had been trying to push Joe out of commanding the DEVGRu team (his and Freddie’s team. He would never be able to think of them as solely as “his” team) but he always failed, because unlike him, Joe’s men respected him, because Joe treated them with respect, and Tracy was the exact opposite, that fucker ould see his team crash and burn and he would not care one bit.
But now that Joe was… was dead, there was no one to protect him. And that was okay, he could handle himself. Had done it since he was 18 and had to leave the boy he loved behind and with him, everything that wasn’t straight, macho, strong. The Navy had never really felt like home, but ever since Joe and Freddie died… It didn’t even feel a thing he was proud to belong to.
He was just happy that Gutches was now in charge of the DEVGRU team.
He had been granted a small team for long distance support after something went down between Tracy, Gutches and Leclerc, but he didn’t know them and he had learnt long ago to not trust those you didn’t know well. Especially when it came to your own life.
It was before long that they had touched ground, gone through the final briefing and everyone agreed that Steve called the shots there. Thankfully, none of them looked too bothered by that, so he might actually make it out alive.
If he did, he promised himself to reach out to Aunt Deb and Mary, tell them he was sorry for only calling to wish them a happy birthday and happy new year.
Finding the head of the Tozzi family had been easy, too easy for Steve to believe it was a coincidence. He knew it wasn’t one. If there was one thing he had learnt over so many years was that capos, kumichos and the likes watched them as much as they watched them. They had undercover agents, too, so he knew that the Tozzis knew they were here.
But apparently, the capo was very specific about his habits, and he didn’t want to see anyone before he had breakfast besides his children, but based on what the ground team had said, his children weren’t there, meaning that he was alone until 11am, giving Steve more than enough time, kill him and make it back.
Maybe it was that easy, who knew.
The main problem was finding the bastard. Why would anyone need a villa that big? It was ridiculous, he thought as he stared at the blueprint in front of him. Thirteen rooms, nice bathrooms, a gym, five offices, two dining rooms, two full kitchens, a cinema… Seriously, why?
He climbed high on a tree to have a better view of the place and coverage, if need be.
Three hours later, he had the capo located, a “Mr. Tozzi”, he had heard through the coms. And just how good was the bastard that all the CIA had was his surname?
“Cut the lights out.” He told Perez the second all lights had been switched off. And honestly, in the middle of Colombia, blackouts were not that rare.
“Done, Commander.” Came through the coms.
“Good. Go back to the rendez-vous point.”
“Yes, sir.” There was a small pause before he spoke again. “Be safe.”
Moving through the house was easy enough with a heat cam and yet, it took him 40 minutes to find Tozzi. As he roamed the hallways he couldn’t stop thinking of his sister. Why had he decided to be angry at her? Because she had gotten the nicer outcome of the two? Because she had gone to Aunt Deb, who genuinely cared for them instead of Uncle Henry and Aunt Carol, who could not have cared less about him? Because she hadn’t been shipped off to the Navy as soon as she finished High School? That just meant she was safe, that she wasn’t in the middle of Colombia about to execute a guy on CIA orders.
Fuck, he was such an asshole.
He stopped when the heat cam detected someone in a room. A 5'5″, seemingly male figure in bed. He was reading based on the gesture of his hands and arms.
Well, better get this over with so he could go back to the states and avoid the tenths of security guys this man travelled with.
Steve pushed the door open, gun at the ready and… of course that fucker would have a gun with him. What the hell had he been thinking? Well, no mind, Tozzi was going to die either way.
And he still had the advantage there because he knew exactly where he was. As horrible as night vision goggles were, they were useful.
“This is Commander McGarrett from the US Navy. We can do this the hard way or the easy way.” He lied. Even if the guy came with him, as soon as he could he was putting a bullet in his brain.
“McGarrett… Steve!?“ he heard him mutter, and almost in slow motion, he saw the gun go down. “Turns the fucking lights back on and stay out.” He said out loud, and almost immediately all the lights flickered open again.
He had to be hallucinating. He had to be. Or maybe dreaming. Did they knock him out? It had to be one of those two options, because why else would Danny, his Danny, be standing there, gloriously half naked, still holding his gun and looking just as confused as he was feeling.
He pulled the night goggles away from his face and yeah, there he was.
Same blue eyes, same blond hair, same broad shoulders. Still short.
“Danno.” He breathed out, lowering his own gun. “Danny, what… What the fuck is going on?” He asked, a sudden headache attacking him but nothing in his life made sense anymore.
Danny eyed him, an unsure look in his eyes and then stared at the gun in Steve’s arms.
And for some reason he couldn’t explain, against all training, he dropped the gun to the floor, tossed it away. But Danno, his Danno, was there, in the flesh, in front of him, only a very big bed between them.
A part of his brain was yelling at him that Danny was in a mafia house and apparently the capo of the family, but right he couldn’t give a shit. Danny had always skirted around the law, so the fact that he was now in the mafia, leading it?
Not exactly surprising.
“I kind of have the same question, Steve. Why are you here? Why did you come?” He asked him, a harsh edge on his voice, but he too left the gun on the floor.
“I wasn’t exactly given a choice here.” He replied. “My mission was to come here and kill Tozzi, but this is starting to look more like a set up.” He confessed.
“A set-up? You are one of the best they have, why would they be trying to set you up?” Danny questioned, pushing his hair back. He hadn’t seen Steve for fifteen years, and now he was there in the middle of Colombia ready to kill him, apparently.
Except.
He had tossed his gun away the second he saw him. Not that he didn’t believe that he didn’t have at least another one, three knives and some grenade or explosive on him. He wasn’t that naive. Not that Steve would need them to kill him.
“Fuck if I know.” Steve mumbled. “I mean, they are clearly up to something, because as far as I remember your family name is not and has never been Tozzi.”
Danny chuckled. “No, it’s not. But that doesn’t mean I’m not the head of it. We don’t change the name just because the new capo doesn’t have that surname. Too much trouble.” He said. “But that’s honestly the minor of things, the real question here, Steve, if this one: what are going to do now that you know who Tozzi really is? My people are outside waiting for you, the second they hear a shot, you are going to be a colander too.”
Steve huffed. “I’m not shooting you, Danny. I’ve just found you.” He retorted and then took all of his weapons out of his jacket and pants, and left them on the table. “Can we sit down? And talk? It’s been fifteen years, Danno.”
Danny stared at him for what felt like an eternity, but finally nodded. “But no listeners.” He said.
“They’ve been out since I got inside.” Steve told him, but even so, he unplugged his earbud and tossed next to the gun.
Danny gave him another calculated look, but nodded. “Okay, babe, okay. Go sit down. Macallan alright with you?”
“Has anyone ever said no to a Macallan?” he countered as he took a seat on the sofa.
He heard the rustle of clothes when someone was putting them on, so while Danny got dressed and served them their drinks he thought back to the last five minutes.
His whole world was upside down.
And not only that, he was putting his life in Danny’s hands, trusting that he still cared for an… old friend, enough to not kill him despite the fact that they were standing on opposite sides of the law.
But then again, he hadn’t shot Danny either.
Danny handed him his glass and sat down next to him with a long sigh.
He didn’t say anything, so Steve simply sipped his drink, trying to untangle his thoughts. And failing spectacularly at it because God, Danny was there, sitting right next to him. So fucking close he could feel the heat radiating off of him, and all he could do was glance at him, taking in the stubble, the longer hair, the matureness in those blue eyes he had never been able to forget.
“I heard about Commander Hart.” Danny said all of a sudden, reaching over to squeeze his arms. “I’m sorry, babe.”
He fully turned to look at him, eyes bulging out. “How… How do you know about Freddie?”
Danny gave a smile. The kind of smile he got when he wanted to ask for cuddles and didn’t know how. The one he got when his Mom caught him doing something he shouldn’t have been doing. The one he got when he was embarrassed.
“Just because you lost track of me, doesn’t mean I lost track of you .” He said. “Sorry. That was creepy. Look, Steve let’s not kid around, ok? I’m the head of the Tozzi family, you are Navy. You think I wouldn’t have someone there with you to report back to me?”
But… “Why?” Why go to those lengths? Why even keep an eye out for him after all those years? He knew Danny always liked taking care of others (which oh the irony given his occupation), but this was going several steps too far.
Danny huffed. “Steve, it’s been fifteen years and I still haven’t been able to forget you. Why do you think?”
Steve felt his heart beat wildly in his chest. Because Danny… Danny still felt the same way? The same way he did? How? “It’s been fifteen years.” He said, dumbfounded.
Danny hummed. “Yeah. And you are not exactly pointing at me with your guns, babe.” And Steve had to concede to him that. Danny downed his drink in one go. “Look, the way I see it we have two options, you go back empty handed and face whatever consequences they have for you or, you stay here with me.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “So what, I’m to believe your people will let me go just like that? Be serious, Danny.”
“My people will do whatever the fuck I tell them to if they want to live another day.” Danny replied, his tone cold in a way he had never heard before. And even then, despite the… strangeness of it, Steve felt his cock twitch at the forceful tone.
“Okay. Then let’s say I go back. They'll know something was up because killing one man and getting out? They know I'm not going to fail a mission that easy." He replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I repeat, you stay here with me." Danny said again, pale blue eyes staring into him.
Burning him.
"Yeah, sure. I don't know if you've noticed, Danny, but I'm Navy. I was sent here to kill you. Mafia morals are not exactly my own."
Danny scoffed at him. "Oh please. Killing people in revenge? Protecting your own people? Making less than savoury deals? Delivering weapons to the best buyer? Don't ever think the Navy, the military , is much better than us, Steve. The only difference between us and them? They get to do it over the table."”
And Steve had to bite the inside of his cheek because Danny wasn’t wrong. He knew about those deals.
Hell, he had gone as protection to a couple of them.
“And besides,” Danny continued “can you really tell me that you are happy in the Navy?”
Steve glared at him, annoyed that Danny could still read him so easily, but fuck, Danny could still read him so easily and that was making his inside turns to jelly because he was the only one who had ever been able to do that.
With Freddie and Joe gone… What did he have in the Navy? His team was assigned a new leader in his absence, so he would more than likely be put in a new one, and he didn’t want to have to start trusting new people at his age.
And besides… Danny was just right there, offering him an out. Not the one he had ever thought would take, or ever even consider, but in a world where he was alone, could he really reject the one person he ever truly loved? Who ever really loved him?
Did he even want to?
Danny had never left his mind, he was the person he thought of when he was sure he was about to die, regretting not keeping in contact, not finding him again, DADT be damned.
But now he was here with Danny within arms reach and fuck, he just couldn’t give him up. Not again, even if Danny had changed, the fact that he was still breathing, that Danny had suggested he stay with him, was proof enough that he still meant something to him.
Right?
Well, only one way to know.
“No, I can’t say that.” He finally replied. “But, what can you offer me that the Navy can’t? You’ve just said you are not that different from it, and as far as I know, your people are not exactly known for accepting anything that is not straight.” Like the Navy , he thought, and maybe they really were that similar. “And if I’m potentially AWOL, I would rather go somewhere I don’t have to pretend I’m straight.”
Danny laughed, his whole body shaking. “They could not care less who I bring to my bed, babe. And if they do, they know better than to say anything where I, or anyone from my inner circle can hear them. And that extends to anyone who works under me.”
And there went his biggest argument.
Because at the end of the day, the Navy hadn’t done anything but take and take and take from him, while Danny, during those 2 years they had together, had only given him the happiest days of his life, the ones he thought about when he was delirious with pain.
The ones he kept thinking about when Freddie died.
God, was he seriously about to do this? Kick everything he had been, everything he had achieved, to the curb for his High School love? It looked like it, but there was on small problem.
“What about your wife?” He asked.
Danny blinked, obviously surprised by the question. “My… what?”
“Your wife. The mother of you children?” He grabbed Danny’s chin, forcing him to maintain eye contact as he spoke. Forcing himself to look at him before he thought twice about what he was about to say. “Because if I’m doing this, Danny, it will only be if I can have the spot next to you in your bed, in your life. Otherwise, I don’t want it.” He said, his voice taking a daring tone that he wasn’t really feeling like, but god, he couldn’t give Danny up again. He would not be able to stay near him if it wasn’t with him.
He didn’t want to.
Danny grinned, large and predatory and moved until he could grab Steve’s ass and pull him to his lap. Fuck he loved that look on Danny.
“I divorced that bitch as soon as my baby boy was born when it was clear she didn’t love me or the kids, she just wanted my money.” He replied, fingers working quickly on Steve’s jacket. “And if you think I wouldn’t take you back, you are dreaming, baby.” He told him, grinning when Steve shuddered above him. “Oh, it still gets you going?” He mumbled, pressing a kiss on his bicep now that the jacket was gone, memories of Steve moaning just at him calling him ‘baby’. “Get naked, baby. And get on the bed for me.” He mumbled.
“Not clean, Danno.” He mumbled back, already swimming in endorphins at the thought that Danny was taking him back for real. Because that was the one thing he knew about Danny: he would never play with him.
“That’s okay, baby. Not going to go all the way. I’m just going to remind you just how good I am at putting you under.” He squeezed his ass and marvelled at the moan Steve let out.
God, he was already so strung-up. When was the last time he had allowed anyone to treat him like he deserved? To give him all he wanted in the bedroom? Or needed? Because with Steve, it wasn’t always the same case, and sometimes, he wasn’t even aware of it himself.
Steve slipped off his lap and started removing his T-shirt under Danny’s gaze.
Fuck. Steve looked like he had been sculpted in marble by one of the great masters from centuries ago. How could someone’s abs be so well defined? And god, his ass was still pert and perfect for fucking. And his thighs… He was going to leave so many bites on them. It had always been one of Steve’s most sensitive spots.
Once naked he got onto the bed, face up and waited, hands at his sides, trying to relax but not knowing what Danny was going to do to him, that had always been half the fun.
The bed dipped when Danny climbed on it, settling between his legs.
“God, you’ve only gotten more beautiful, babe.” He praised, thumbing one of his nipples, pulling a whimper out of him.
Steve rolled onto Danny and wiggled until he could take him into his mouth, sucking hard, spit going everywhere, but Danny had always liked it when he was loud and sloppy and judging by how messy Danny made him, he knew that hadn’t changed.
Danny had managed to make him come twice, back to back, until he had to pull away whimpering.
“Fuck, baby.” Danny grit out. “If you keep this up I’m…”
“Going to come? That’s quick.” He said, pulling away and shooting him a teasing grin, but they both knew he didn’t mean it. “Y’know what’s something I missed a lot? This. Hearing you moan like this. You get so breathless when you are about to come. I’ve cummed to that so many times, Danny.” He confessed, biting his neck. “And your ass. God, I can still remember those baseball pants and somehow, it’s only gotten more bubbly.” He said, one hand going down to give it a good grope.
“S-Steve, I can’t…”
“Then come, Danny. All over my face.” He said before taking him back into his mouth, and when he felt Danny tense under him, he pulled away, working him with his hand until warm ropes hit him on the cheek and nose.
Steve let out a whimper at the feeling. He had forgotten how good he felt when Danny marked him like that. Because that was the thing, he would only allow Danny to do that to him. It was only Danny he trusted that much.
He grabbed his shirt off the floor and whipped his face clean almost as Danny hauled him up by his biceps and into a kiss. It started hard and fast but as they both settled into it, into each other , it gentled down.
When they pulled away, Steve rested his head on Danny's shoulder, hitching one leg up and across Danny’s narrow hips, he sighed, contentedly when Danny wrapped an arm around his back, holding him close.
As Danny massaged his shoulder, Steve fully settled down, his mind whirring: he had… he had just made the decision to leave the Navy and become one of the East coast capo’s boyf… partner? Partner sounded so much better, yeah.
And god, he didn’t even feel a bit of remorse or anguish. For the first time in fifteen years his life was actually looking up.
He groaned when he woke up, stretching, his mind fuzzy. Since when were navy mattresses so soft and comfortable? He turned his head to the side and froze, everything coming back to him in an instant.
Tozzi, Danny, drinking, talking, the mind-blowing sex… Holy shit, he had left the Navy. He had left the Navy, going AWOL and had finally reunited with his Danno.
His Danno. Who was sleeping next to him, sprawled out, one hand curled possessively over his bicep. He pulled him to his side and then half on him, sighing at the weight. And the hairy chest brushing against his waxed one. Danny mumbled something and settled more firmly against him.
He wrapped both arms around him and drifted back to sleep.
He woke up again when an alarm went off and Danny rolled away from him.
“Hn… Come back.” He mumbled, rolling with him so he could spoon him again, grinning when Danny simply settled against him again. “Morning.”
Danny growled something he didn’t get but just as he remembered and as the information the CIA had about him, Danny Williams was not a morning person. Never had been and, more likely, never would be.
“Got a coffee machine here?” He asked, kissing his shoulder. Danny moved his arm around, circling a corner before he burrowed into the sheets and pillows some more. “Be right back.”
Once he had made coffee (milk, no sugar) he climbed back onto bed and handed a now sitting Danny his mug. Without a word he threw his arms around his shoulders and snuggled close, nuzzling Danno’s blond hair.
As the coffee disappeared from Danny’s mug, the more his eyes opened and cleared. He blinked twice before he looked at him, a slow smile appearing on his lips.
“You’re still here.” He said, bewildered. “I thought… I thought you would have…” Steve bit down a smile before he kissed Danny, slow and soft.
“Not going anywhere, Danno. You are stuck with me now.” He said.
Danny hummed as a sweet and adorable smile appeared on his face and god, that was a good look on him. He needed to make sure it was there as often as possible.
“Oh no, such a hardship.” Danny mumbled against his mouth. “You really okay with this? With leaving the Navy for...me?” He asked, despite not wanting to. But he wanted Steve to be sure, because there was no going back from here.
Steve plucked the mug from his hands and left it on the nightstand, pushing down so he could climb on top of him and settle on his chest, sighing when Danny wrapped him in a hug.
“I left you because of the Navy.” He said, burying his fingers in his chest hair. “And I hated it. For fifteen years, all I could think was what my life would have been like if I hadn’t gone, if I had stayed with you like I wanted. I'll admit I didn't think mafia was even an option. And now I’ve finally found you. There is no way I’m giving you up, Danny. And really, the Navy has nothing to offer me.” He pressed a kiss on his chest before looking up. "And you have everything."
It was hours later, after a long, mutual shower and Danny making love to him (and fuck, when was the last time he had thought of having sex as making love?), opening him up, filth pouring out of his mouth that made Steve moan and beg, hips moving of their own accord to get more of everything Danny was giving him: mouth, finger, cock. Security, love, the chance to be himself.
When Steve woke up, he was resting on Danny’s chest. Danny was reading some sort of report and fuck. Glasses? Was someone trying to kill him? He hadn't thought Danny could get any hotter.
He was clearly wrong.
He wrapped an arm around Danny’s stomach and cuddled closer, humming. “Hey, what time is it?”
“Just ten minutes after 12. Are you hungry? I can ask José Miguel to make us lunch.” He suggested, leaving the papers aside and pushing his glasses up. “We can do fish, steak, or pork. Whatever you want, babe.”
“Hm… Steak, please. With mashed potatoes. And carrots.” He replied, his mouth already watering at the thought of it.
“Sure.” He grabbed his phone and called his chef at the mansion, requesting the food Steve had asked for.
Once he hung up he looked down and saw Steve smiling happily and drawing arabesques on his thigh, fingers so light he could barely feel them.
Danny tugged one of Steve's legs up, setting it across his own hips, and dipped his fingers low, listening to Steve's breath catch when he circled his entrance and without another word pushed his fingers in.
"Danny." Steve moaned, torn between pulling away or rocking on his fingers.
His libido had been shot down years ago, but not even 24 hours with this man and he was a horny mess again.
The decision was taken away from him when Danny started scissoring him. He couldn’t help it. He started fucking himself on those short, blunt fingers. He clawed at Danny’s chest, feeling too much and not enough at the same time. He screwed his eyes shut and decided to simply enjoy the ride.
Danny grinned when Steve started moaning and moving with him. Steve had always been vocal but now it was even better because despite the Navy, DADT, everything that had happened to him in the last couple of years… He was still giving all of himself to him.
He tilted his face up and kissed him, tongue sweeping in and swallowing those tiny moans and whimpers Steve kept making.
“God, baby, you are so needy for it.” He mumbled against his lips, pushing his fingers deeper, grinning when Steve shook next to him, gorgeous blue eyes flying open. “One would think you haven’t had something in your ass in years.”
Steve nodded, now fully fucking himself on his fingers. “T-Tried. After you.” He said in between harsh breaths. “But I couldn’t. More, Danny, please.” He begged, hiding his face on his chest.
Danny couldn’t believe his ears: did Steve say this was the first time in 15 years that he had someone playing with his ass? But it didn’t make sense. Steve fucking loved being fingered, surely he had done it with someone else. Or by himself.
That was a conversation for later, right now, Steve was still pleading to get more and his own cock was straining. “Get on me and ride me, baby.” He said, removing his finger and Steve scrambled to get onto his cock, throwing his head back when Danny was inside of him all the way. “You are gorgeous. You aged like fine wine, baby.” He praised, grinning when Steve responded by moaning.
Of course his praise kink would have only gotten stronger after so many years of repression.
They were just coming down from it, Steve snuggled close against Danny’s side when a sharp knock came from the door. He didn’t want to move. He had missed this so much. Sure, he liked holding his two or three girlfriends, but he liked to be held, too. To rest on someone’s chest, warm skin under him, an arm wrapped around his back and a nose buried in his hair, soft words spoken only to him.
Danny tugged the sheet up and pressed another kiss on his head before pulling away slightly. “Come in!” He called out.
A young woman came in, long wavy hair and tan skin. She wrinkled her nose as soon as she stepped inside. “Jesus, boss, open the windows at least.” She grumbled, doing just that as she neared the bed. It was then that she seemed to realise who exactly was in bed with her boss. She stared at them before huffing. “Of course, why am I even surprised?”
Danny grinned before shrugging. “Tani, this is Steve McGarrett. Please get all the paperwork in order, would you?” He said.
She stared at them, eyes growing in size as something settled in her brain. “ The Steve McGarrett? Holy shit, holyshitholyshit.” She said, almost not believing her eyes.
“ Tani .” Danny said, glaring at her and in less than three seconds she had composed herself. No need to make Danny angry at her. “Steve, this is Tani. She’s my PA.” He explained.
Steve pushed himself up until he was sitting up, the sheets pooling in his lap. “Hey.” He greeted her with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise!” She exclaimed. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” She replied, a smirk on her face.
Danny groaned next to him and oh, he knew there was a story there and he was going to get it one way or the other. “Yeah, you’ll have to tell me everything you’ve heard one day.” He replied.
She laughed, and nodded before she focused on Danny, her face serious once again. “We should leave today before 1700 to avoid the place being swarmed.” She told him. “Junior is supervising the jet and Adam will be waiting for us when we get home.”
“Perfect. We’ll leave as soon as the jet is done and we’ve had lunch.” He told her. “Get someone to drive the service back to their houses, alright?” He told her.
“You got it. I’ll see you in a bit.” She said, nodding at them and already talking to someone through her ear piece.
She closed the door behind her and Steve grinned at Danny. “She’s a firecracker, isn’t she?”
“She’s a menace.” Danny sighed. “But she’s fucking good at her job so…” He shrugged.
“And she’s a friend.” Steve pointed out. He knew how Danny behaved with people he didn’t like, people he was indifferent about and those he did like and was close to.
Danny laughed, nodded. “Yeah, I guess she is.” He rolled them so he was sitting in Steve’s lap, giant warm hands going straight to his narrow hips. “So, there’s something I’m dying to know.” Steve didn’t say anything, he simply hummed in response, enjoying the view. “Before, when I was fucking you with my fingers… Have you really not bottomed in fifteen years?”
Steve nodded, looking away. “I know we weren’t together. God, I know . But I couldn’t be with another man. It felt like if I did, I was throwing the last thing I had of you away. So I slept with women. And with DADT being in full effect… I couldn’t ask them to peg me either and, doing it myself…” He scrunched up his nose. “I tried once and it didn’t feel the same, you know? So I never really tried it again. You're the only one for me, Danny. Always have been.” He told him, emotion colouring his voice.
Danny dived down to kiss him. How could he not when Steve is saying such sweet things?
“I’m not gonna lie, okay?” Steve nodded, pulling back enough to see his face. “I have been with men. But it’s never been the same one twice, never had their names. I do, however, have something of yours with me at all times. Except when sleeping, because Vita loves chewing on it.”
Steve was staring at him, cocking his head to the side, trying to remember if he had given Danny something before he left, but he was coming up empty. And there was another important question before that.
“Who?” he questioned.
“Hm? Vita, one of my dogs. You’ll love her.” He replied with a smile before leaning over to his side of the bed and pulling out a chain with a ring on it.
Steve gasped, gingerly grabbing it.
He had completely forgotten.
They hadn't been together for long, not even a month, when he saw the grey and black ring. It was cheap, it couldn't have been for more than fifteen dollars, and he had promised Danny that… that he would be his forever. And Danny… Danny had said he would be his forever too.
He fought against the tears in his eyes. Even after so long, after he left him behind despite Danny begging him to stay, Danny still had the ring. Still wore it.
"Fuck, love." He said, pulling Danny down for a kiss. "I can't believe you still have it." He took it from his fingers and put it around Danny’s neck again, kissing it.
Danny gave him a soft, watery smile. "I told you babe, yours. I might have gotten married, I might have the best kids in the world, but you’ve never left my heart."
Steve took a deep breath when Danny opened the door to his apartment. He knew his kids were inside and he had always been awful with children, what if they started crying or hated him? He would never make Danny choose between him and his kids. Danny had always wanted kids and he had survived 15 years without him, what was another 15, or 30?
“Steve, everything will be alright. Stop worrying.” Danny said, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “The kids will love you. They uh, they might have heard your name a couple of times before.” He admitted and god, the capo from one of the biggest crime families in the country should not be blushing like that and be this adorable.
He felt his insides squirm at the idea that Danny had told his children, of all people, about him. Lord knew what he had told them, but he didn’t think it was bad. How could it be? Danny had been the wild one between the two of them, the one who had smashed a police car's window with a bat and in retrospect, it should have been very obvious that Danny would not be a stand-up citizen.
“Yeah? You know I will know everything you've told Tani about me, right?” He teased, chuckling when Danny glared at him but now he could kiss it away again.
So he did.
“Danno! You are home!” Two young voices yelled and in seconds two kids came barrelling to them. The girl was older and had dark hair and dark eyes and she probably spent a lot of time outside in summer because she was really tan. The boy looked like a mini copy of Danny with the same dark blond hair with natural highlights, blue eyes and pale skin.
Danny dropped to one knee and hugged them both close, kissing their cheeks. “Hey, how are my two favourite kids in the world?” He asked, obviously so in love with his children that it made Steve’s heart twist, because neither of his parents had ever sounded like this when talking to him and Mary.
“Melissa made us cookies!” The girl said, grinning, wrapping herself around her dad’s back and holding on, laughing.
“They were yummy, Danno!” The boy exclaimed, kissing his cheek and then he spotted Steve and he… He smiled. Wide and happy and warm. “Daddy! You found Steve!”
The girl let go of him to turn around, eyes shining with recognition. “Danno talks about you! A lot.” He grinned at that, and waved. But he still stayed where he was, unsure of how much Danny wanted him to interact with the kids,if at all.
Danny picked up the boy and turned around to look at him, extending a hand over to him, fingers moving to get him moving. “What are you doing over there? Come here, babe.”
He went, grabbing the hand without a single second thought and Danny squeezed his’ reassuringly. Danny led them to the sofa and as soon as he sat down, both kids cuddled close to him.
It was so obvious how much they loved him and missed them.
He couldn’t remember a time where he had missed his parents. Sure, he had been sad when his dad didn’t even come to his graduation from the Academy, but Uncle Joe with Aunt Deb had been there and, by then he had already gotten used to his dad not being around.
He was brought back to the present when Danny squeezed his fingers. “Babe, these are Grace and Charlie, my kids.” He told him. “Kids, this is Steve, the one I talk to you about sometimes. He’s my boyfriend again.”
Steve felt an almost unfamiliar warmth spread through him at his words. He wasn’t… Danny wasn’t going to keep him a dirty secret around his kids.
“Yay!” Grace exclaimed. “How did you find him, Danno? Was it nice? At the beach? Did you go on a date? Do you have pictures?”
Danny chuckled, and smushed her cheek with kisses. “Sorry, Monkey, no pictures this time. Steve found me by coincidence. But next time we’ll take lots of them, I promise.” He said and well. Coincidence. Steve himself would have said fate, but that worked well too.
“Okay. Can we show him the house?” She questioned.
“Yeah!! I made a new drawing, daddy!” Charlie readily agreed.
Once the tour of the house was completed, the kids were bathed and in their pyjamas, they all moved to the kitchen and Danny started to make dinner for Charlie and Grace, a simple noodle soup and omelette meal. Steve stayed quiet, not wanting to interrupt the kids' time with their dad, he would hate himself for that.
But Danny still dragged him upstairs to tuck them in, so he would learn the ritual of checking the closet, under the bed and on top of the shelf, just in case some monster was lingering there. They didn’t read a story that night because the kids were already wiped out, but just as they were leaving the room, Charlie spoke up.
“Steve?”
He startled, not expecting him to address him directly. He was a stranger, for all intents and purposes. Danny gently nudged him with a gentle smile.
“You gonna live here now? With us?” He asked, watching him with blue eyes almost identical to his father’s.
Was he? Gonna live there? They hadn’t talked about it with Danny. Maybe he should start looking for a small apartment, he didn’t want Danny to think that he had accepted to go back with him, to join him because of the money like his ex-wife had.
“Don’t think I’m letting you go anywhere now that we are back together, babe.” Danny mumbled next to him with a knowing smile.
He couldn’t help but lean down and give him a kiss.
“Yeah, Charlie. I am.”
“Cool!” He simply mumbled before he snuggled down and basically passed out.
They were cuddling in bed when Steve spoke up.
“Is it really okay for me to stay? They don’t really know me, Danny.” He said. “I don’t… I don’t want you to think that I’m like your ex. I love you, Danny. I really do. And… And the thought of losing you because we are moving too fast…” It scared him shitless, because Danny was all he had ever wanted in his life, and losing him would just send him into a dark pit that he wasn’t sure he would be able to get out of again.
“Steve, babe, look at me.” Danny said, gripping his chin. “Let’s make things very clear. I know you are nothing like that bitch. And I know you love me , not my money. If that was all you wanted, babe, you would have shot me in Colombia.”
Steve nodded, and stretched to kiss him. “I really do love you. Just like you love me.” He said, a pleased and proud tone in his voice.
“Hell yeah I do.”
Settling in next to Danny and his people had been… surprisingly easy. They had ranks, no one spoke out of turn and there was a sense of camaraderie around it. He wasn’t sure if people addressed him as sir because they knew who he was and what he could do or if it simply was because he was with Danno. It’s not like Danny shied away from having a hand on the small of his back or about telling people exactly who Steve was.
And life at home… It was good.
Danny was as much an attentive lover as he had been when they were teens. Even more now that they both knew what they liked, what they didn’t and more importantly, they had years of experience now.
And the kids really knew about him and asked him about his time in High School with Danno, and about his travels and missions in other countries. They showed him what they had done in school just as they showed Danny. They climbed to sit on their lap and cuddle when they watched a movie, and asked him for help tying their shoes, or came to him when they had a nightmare and Danno wasn’t home yet.
They treated him like… like another dad.
He gasped, rolling to Danny’s side and cuddling him, grinning against a naked shoulder.
“What’s gotten into you, huh?” Danny questioned, an eyebrow arched high.
“I’ve got two kids, Danno. I’ve got the best kids in the world and it’s all thanks to you.” He said, squeezing him harder.
Danny laughed and turned around to give him a kiss as he wrapped his arms around his neck. “And you just realised that, babe? After five months?”
“You’ve always said I wasn’t the emotionally smartest in the room.” Steve replied, grinning.
Danny whipped his hands on the asshole-of-the-week’s shirt. “So you thought you could steal from me and then try and blackmail me by threatening my fiance and my children? That was a bold move, I’ll admit it. But it also was a dumbass move because this? This is the last thing you’ll ever see.”
The man snorted. “You think I’m afraid of you? Afraid of dying?”
“Afraid of dying? Perhaps not, but I can assure you once I’m done with you, you’ll wish you were dead. And then, I’ll make sure you stay alive long enough to torture you some more and maybe after that I’ll be merciful and shoot you between your frog eyes.” He said.
He got home hours later. He had showered on site, not wanting to bring that scum’s blood and spit and other bodily fluids he didn’t want to think about into his home. Steve was watching TV when he arrived, the kids long gone to bed.
“Hey, you are home la...te.” Steve said, frowning as he spoke. He gave Danny a calculating look and then sat up straight. “Come here. Sit down.”
Danny huffed. “I don’t want to…”
“I’m not asking, Danny.” Steve interrupted him and there, right there, he saw the switch in Danny: the way his shoulders dropped, his pupils blew up, how he parted his lips and how fast his hands flew to his back. “Good. Now come sit here, facing the kitchen. And I won’t say it again.”
Danny glared at him, but did as told once he had removed the coat, scarf and gloves.
He bit down a whimper when Steve put him in a headlock, pulling him back against his chest.
“How clean are you?” Steve asked him, biting the lobe of his ear.
“I just showered!” Danny huffed, indignantly.
Steve tightened his hold around his neck, his voice dropping when he spoke. “You know that’s not what I meant. How clean are you?” He repeated. “And let me remind you, Blondie,” he ignored the way Danny hissed at the nickname. He knew that, deep down, it put Danny even more in the mood. “that the longer you draw this out, the longer it’ll be until I fuck you.”
“Not clean.” Danny growled.
Steve smirked, squeezing him one last time before he let go of him, grinning when this time his fiance whimpered. “Twenty minutes, Blondie. And I want to find you on our bed, kneeling, hands on the back of your neck. And you better not come in the shower. I’ll know if you do. You know I can always tell.” Danny shivered against him, but grunted his agreement. “Go.”
He found him as he had ordered: blond hair starting to fluff, blue eyes open and defiant, as they always were before he submitted to him, stretched muscles on his chest arms and thighs. But there, in full display, was Danny’s hard, leaking cock.
Fuck, he was a vision like that.
One that was only for him because Danny had never said it, but Steve knew he would never submit to someone else. He would never trust anyone to give him what he needed like he trusted Steve.
“Looking good, Blondie.” he said, grinning when Danny glared at him. Steve removed his shoes and shirt, but left his pants on, knowing how much it turned his partner on to be the only one completely naked.
“Fuck you.”
“Nope, other way around.” Steve replied, smirking at him. “Hands down, on your back.” He said as he climbed on the bed, behind Danny and once again wrapped his arm around his neck. He smiled at the way Danny relaxed against him.
Of course he would like to have all control taken away from him, as much as he fought against it. Both of them knew it was a game, that he would always submit when he needed it, or when Steve needed it. Same way Steve always did when it was the other way around.
“Am I going to have to bound you, Blondie?” Steve questioned, pulling Danny backwards until his naked ass was on Steve’s clothed lap, the hard, rough material of the jeans he was still wearing rubbing against his skin.
“Maybe.” Danny replied.
Steve hummed before pushing him down, face first. “Then so be it. I’m gonna bind your hands together and swat that glorious ass of yours until you learn some fucking manners.” He growled, hovering over his back. “And then, when your perfect ass if red and hot, I’m going to fuck you. Long and slow until you are begging me to make you come.”
Danny growled under him.
Good. The harder and longer Danny fought against him, the harder he went under.
He pressed a kiss on the back of his neck, smiling at the knowledge that this was all his now: not just Danny’s surrender, but Danny as a whole.
Was life going to be easy? Of course it was, they hadn’t chosen the easiest path in life, but they were together, they had kids and people who trusted them and whom they trusted and after so much time alone? That was all he wanted.